Jesus, in sick­ness and in pain,
Be near to suc­cor me,
My sink­ing spir­it still sus­tain;
To Thee I turn, to Thee.

When cares and sor­rows thick­en round,
And no­thing bright I see,
In Thee alone can help be found;
To Thee I turn, to Thee.

Should strong temp­ta­tions fierce as­sail,
As if to ruin me,
Then in Thy strength will I prevail,
While still I turn to Thee.

Through all my pil­grim­age below,
Whate’er my lot may be,
In joy or sad­ness, weal or woe,
Jesus, I’ll turn to Thee.